Luyện nghe bài hát Highway Café

She was a waitress in a highway caf
Poured coffee from until dawn
But she was broken twenty four hours a day
For she for her trucker who'd gone

"I'll you the corned beef on rye"
sing with a gleam in her eye
The headlights were
The big wheels were
Her would come bye and bye

He'd park his semi off Route Sixty Four
She'd with a sweet little sigh
For at half past he'd walk in the door
And he'd order a corned on rye

"I'll make you the corned on rye"
sing with a gleam in her eye
The jukebox was
His soft eyes staring
The beef would come bye and bye

All the drivers that night, so they say
said her farewells to them all
But when the on the clock reached a quarter past twelve
Her suitcase still stood in the

And the hours passed by even as the passed by
Out on the
And then two grim highway patrolmen into the place
Shook the rain from their and as the poor girl
Brought them their coffee, she overheard the words they said

"Oh Curly, did you see that old diesel out
your damn nose up by the predicament tonight?"
"Well, d'you know, he knifed that son of a bitch
than owl shit"

"[Incomprehensible] here, honey"
"Hey man, you don't suppose he had a little ol' hog
on him down the line somewhere, do you?"
"Oh, hell, Curly, don't you know that them truckers got
To out a little filly at every, every caf from here to Las Cruces"

Now there is a small stop on Route Sixty Four
If you happen to be by
But there's a trucker who never in anymore
And a waitress who wished she why

"I'll make you the beef on rye"
She sings with a in her eye
And as her dark are glistening
There's someone listening
In that caf in the sky

"I'll make you the corned on rye"
She sings with a in her eye
And as her eyes are glistening
There's someone listening
In highway caf in the sky

"I'll make you the corned on rye"
She sings with a in her eye
And as her dark are glistening
There's someone who's
In highway caf in the sky